The cheers and the applause were derisive of course, causing Robby to feel even more shame. The cute young businessman was securely bound to a wooden chair with arm rests. His legs were tied wide apart so that his genital area was on full display. Robby's fat dick hung limp and chunky over his amply stretched nuts. A tiny silver plug had been inserted into the urethra. Attached to the plug, a wire that went to a box on the floor between his well arched naked feet. Attached to one arm, a wire that led to a lie detector placed on a small table next to him. A bright white spotlight lit up the entire chair area. I sat in the dark just beyond the circle of light. A second pin point spot lit up Robby's shame filled face, and a third highlighted his dick and balls. There were forty-two men in the room watching the event, each of them especially invited by me and my friends. Robby looked around, his face twisted with fear and humiliation. Sweat coursed it's way down his neck onto his well muscled young chest. He chewed his lower lip,a habit he had when he was afraid.
"Well Robby, are you ready to begin. You have lots of old friends here tonight ready to cheer you on. Young guys you went to high school with. Many of your old college fraternity brothers, even some guys from your office. And for those buddies who could not make it tonight, we have a special live video feed. To start things off, Robby, here is a message from your very best friend all through high school, Brian Lotts." Brian was in the front row of the audience, but the message had been recorded earlier.
The large screen behind us lit up. It would later be used to show close-ups of Robby's ordeal, but for now it showed a handsome young man of Robby's age.
"You fucking mother-fucking cocksucker, Robby!" Brian did not look pleased. His handsome young face was twisted with rage and disgust. "I trusted you. You were my best buddy all through high school, and you never told me you were a fucking faggot! Christ we did everything together,even had sleepovers. You saw me naked lots of times, and all the time you were a disgusting piece of shit homo faggot!" The other guys in the room watching the video became vocal. They shouted words like "Homo-bastard!," "Asswipe!" "Fairy," and "Pervert." Robby's beautiful eyes filled with tears. Brian went on. "I could kick your fucking cocksucking face in, you sick faggot pervert!"
The screen went dark. "Wasn't it wonderful, Robby to hear from your oldest and best friend? And Brian is here with us tonight. Now, let's get started, shall we? Robby, I am going to ask you a series of questions designed to help us learn more about you and you hidden homosexuality. This lie detector will let us know if you are telling the truth. If you are honest, you have nothing to worry about, but if you lie to us, If the lie detector catches you lying to us, then this box here will send a terrifying shock into your penis. Believe me, you do not want that to happen. The feeling, men and boys have told me is unbearable...something you never, ever forget!"
"Shock the Bitch!" someone in the audience yelled, and everyone laughed riotously. Robby's head snapped toward the sound, and his eyes squinted as he tried to make out the forms of the men in the darkened room. His lower lips was trembling now, and we had not even begun the game.
"Let's see how this works. Robby, answer yes or no. Did you beautiful new bride just walk out on you because she discovered you were a fucking faggot?" As I asked the question, I glanced down at the young man's beautiful flaccid penis with the silver plug in the pisshole.
"I...she...we are temporarily separated because....I discovered bi-sexual feelings in me when I met you. I...I..."
I pushed the manual button on the box and sent a minor jolt through Robby's dick and up into his body. His entire body tightened and stiffened and jerked. He screamed bloody murder and the room erupted in applause and laughs.
"Sorry, Robby, but you are going to have to do better than that. This electricity business is not intended to torture or punish you in any way. It is simply a tool to keep you honest and in line. Now, I distinctly asked you to answer yes or no! If I want a longer answer, I will tell you so. Now, let's try again. Did you wife walk out because she discovered her new husband is a cocksucking faggot?"
You should have seen his face. Totally defeated. Totally degraded. "Yes!" he said in a very quiet voice. I smiled.
"You see how easy it is. Just tell the truth. Now...when you were in high school and Brian was your best friend, did you every become sexually stimulated by looking at his cock or his ass?"
Robby really chews his lower lip on that one. Wow. Finally, glancing over at the lie detector, he responded with a ..." Yes!"
"Dirty Motherfucker!" Brian yelled from the audience and several other hunky dudes concurred.
Robby turned his handsome head toward the sound and his mouth moved as if he were about to say something to his best friend, but then he thought better of it and remained silent.
"Robby, did you look at Brian when he was in the shower or changing? Did you look at his teenage dick and balls with sexual feelings?"
Tears filled Robby's eyes and then overflowed them and rolled down his cheeks. " Yes." he said in a very small voice.
"Louder, Robby, your friends can't hear you!"
"YES!" the young man snapped angrily at me. I wagged a finger at him as if to reprimand him.
"When Brian had sleepovers with you, did you ever fantasize about sucking on his big fat teenage dick?" Robby sat in silence so long, I feared I would have to give him another jolt...but then he answered.
"Yes!" He said, swallowing and licking his lips.
"Let me bash his fucking face in..." Brian yelled. Brian was a muscular handsome dude whom I wouldn't mind getting in the sack myself. "Let me bash his fucking face in! You betrayed me, Robby...I trusted you!"
Robby was crying pretty hard now from humiliation, but I noticed that his dick was now half hard. You see, Robby is a submissive and inside, he actually gets off on this kind of abuse. He craves it. He needs it. He needs it more than he needs friends or a wife. "I'm...I'm sorry...." Robby sobbed. I forgave him for the outburst and didn't zap him.
"Now Robby, tell us the truth. When Brian had those sleepovers with his best buddy, did you ever fantasize about him shoving his big fat teenage dick up your ass and fucking you like he fucked those high school bitches?"
"PLEASE....." Robby begged, his hair and face slick with sweat.
"Answer...Robby!" I said in the voice I used when I ordered him about.
"Yes...yes I did!"
"You dreamed about him fucking his fat teenage dick up your teenage high school asshole? You wanted your best friend to fuck you? When you were out on double dates with him, each fucking your girlfriends, you secretly thought about him fucking his cock up into your shithole?"
"Oh God, yes...yes I did. All the time. I had a huge crush on him. I masturbated almost every day thinking about him! I even took pictures of him fucking his girlfriend and I jerked off looking at them." The room exploded in "boos" and laughter and the stomping of feet. I glanced at the live video feed. Former friends of Robby's were texting in verbal abuse.
Robby made eye contact with me. His face implored mercy, but his dick was now fully erect and bouncing, the silver plug looking like an ornament. "I'll lose all my friends. Please, Sir, I'll lose all my friends..." he whispered to me, snot running from his cute nose.
I smiled gently. "That's okay, Robby. You don't need friends or a wife, you've got me." He squeezed his eyes shut. "Tell me Robby, when you were in the locker room at high school, did you ever get excited looking at the bare asses and dicks and balls of the other jocks there?"
He nodded his head, so I prompted him to give an oral answer. "Yes...sometimes I did. Yes!"
"Let me get this straight. You were quite active sexually in high school. So while you were fucking girls in high school, you were secretly wishing to suck the dicks and get ass fucked by your jock buddies and teammates?"
He hung his handsome head in shame. "I guess so..."
"I guess so is not an acceptable answer, Robby. Yes or No!"
"Yes...yes I thought about that!"
"You fantasized your good trusting buddies fucking your ass like you were some cunt...isn't that true?" Robby's leaking dick told me all I needed to know, but still I waited for the answer.
"Yes. Yes, I dreamed about sex with them!"
"You would masturbate your teenage dick and think about their hot, hard, muscular bodies and their big fat bouncing dicks and their balls and their asses...right?"
"Oh God, please...yes...yes I would. All the time!"
"Even while you were fucking your girlfriends. While you were slamming you teenage dick into those cunts, in your head you would pretend that it was a dude you were with...you would pretend it was Brian or one of your other high school jock buddies you were having sex with!"
"Yes....yes it's true. I thought about Brian and Mike and Jesse and all those guys..." Robby's sobbing made it difficult to understand some of the words...so I played his last response back again. The room went wild.
"And at college, you had the same fantasies about your fraternity brothers. Trusted male friends with whom you lived in the fraternity house. Straight men who had girlfriends they fucked. You lived with them and secretly lusted after them...right, Robby?"
"Yes...yes it's true. I wanted them!" More deep angry male voices filled the room with obscenities.
"You watched them coming out of the bathroom, big college dicks swinging, muscular bodies smooth and handsome, and you wanted to suck those dicks and eat those asses and lick those balls, didn't you?"
"YES...yes I did. I almost went crazy with desire, but I couldn't tell anyone. There was so much fucking dick around...half the time the guys didn't wear clothes, and I would go nuts watching them."
"And you needed DICK, didn't you, Robby. All the while you dated and fucked girls, you secretly needed men's big fat leaking dicks!" Robby's body trembled and pre-fuck squirted out of his pisshole, around the silver plug.
"God, yes, it's true. I lived a secret life. I tried so hard to be straight. I tried so hard to be a man but....."
"But you are really a fucking cocksucking faggot!"
"I AM A FUCKING COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!" Tears rand down Robby's handsome, smooth chest. His naked toes curled. His hands clenched into tight fists.
"Whose cocksucking faggot are you, Robby?"
Now he looked up at me with wet, blurry eyes begging me to take him away from all of this. "Yours...I am your cocksucking faggot, Sir!" He said this in a loud clear voice, so there would be no mistake about his words. He wanted, he needed to belong totally to me. He wanted nothing else in the entire world, but to serve me in ever capacity...to be owned by me.
"Robby, the men in this room, straight men mostly, now hate you for your deception. They hate you for secretly lusting after them. These men are cunt fuckers...not faggot feeders. You used them to feed your faggot fantasies. You need to apologize to them. You need to apologize for wanting to suck their big fat juicy dicks and for wanting to eat out their hunky sweaty muscular asses."
Robby looked out into the darkened room which had grown very quiet except for some heavy breathing. He blinked the tears out of his eyes. "Please...please forgive me to deceiving you. I was so fucked up. I was so messed up. Forgive me for wanting to suck your big fat juicy dicks and wanting to lick your..your...sweaty muscular asses."
"Jesus Christ, he is pathetic!" One low masculine voice rumbled. Robby's dick twitched and danced.
I turned to the crowd of men. "I want to thank you for helping Robby learn the truth about himself. You have actually been of great help to him in his therapy. I know this was difficult for some of you. You trusted Robby. He was your pal, your buddy, your brother. Christ, some of you fucked girls in the same room as Robby, with him fucking cunt right next to you. And here, all the time he wanted your thick leaking dick plowing his ass and mouth. I know that this will not appeal to all of you. And I understand. But Robby would like to make it up to you. He would like to suck the dicks of any of you in the room who would care to sample his faggot mouth. He would also be happy to lick and suck any of your asses. I know this idea disgusts some of you, and I totally understand. But it would help Robby face his true self, and it might help some of you get beyond this. Robby gives a superb rim job. He eats ass better than most girls. And it might bring closure to those of you who feel violated by him. If you don't care to have your dick and ass sucked...I understand, and thank you for coming tonight. But if you'd like to get a little pay back on the faggot here...please stay have a drink or two, and as soon as the room clears, we will commence with Robby the slut faggot servicing you."
Now think this through. The dudes who were truly disgusted by Robby didn't even show up for the event. So...the guys who showed up were already somewhat interested in Robby's needs. They were intrigued. Otherwise why even come to this perverse party? So out of fourty-two men present, thirty-five stayed to have their dicks sucked by our boy. And, you know what? Every single one of them also wanted to have his ass eaten and sucked! What dude will ever turn down a rim job? Robby was very busy that night. Frequently, I had to step in to stop one of Robby's former friends from beating him. Some of them wanted to throw punches at our boy while he serviced them. I had to control that. I told them, they could fuck his skull as hard as they wanted to, but no punching or hitting. I did let Brian kick and punch Robby a bit. After all, Brian had been through a lot and had volunteered to let that video message be shown.
Brian's eyes actually teared up as he face fucked Robby. "How could you fucking betray me. You fucking queer! I thought I could trust you!" he kept saying. Truth be told, most of the face fuckers were a bit drunk by this time. Robby kept telling me he couldn't duck any more dick and ass. He said he just couldn't. His voice was hoarse and cum and ass slime dripped from his swollen lips. But he had to service every man present...INCLUDING THREE OF HIS FELLOW OFFICE WORKERS. Things would be different around the old office from now on if I had anything to say about it. And I had plenty to say. Pete...was also there. You remember Pete, the handsome dude who worked in the same building as Robby and whom I pressured into receiving a daily blow job from our boy at lunchtime. Pete had desperately tried to find a way out of this whole thing. But once you are tangled in a web...it's damned hard to break free. I had enough leverage on Pete to do pretty much whatever I wanted with him. After all, he was an up and coming young executive. And I had plans for Pete and Robby.
Oh, you'll be pleased to know that twelve of Robby's former friends stayed around for seconds!